Is that a threat

The phone buzzed and Gunnar stared at his office phone and then reached for it, resting it against his ear, "Hello, Rebecca."

"Mr. Gunnar, Mr. Jason Rossi is here, in the lobby to see you, should I send him up?"

Gunnar looked up curiously; a slight frown gracing his features and then he answered, "No."

"Pardon?"

"I will come down to meet him."

With that said, he ended the call and then stared at Rene sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of Chateau Lafite 1869 wine.

"He's here," Gunnar said, watching a faint smirk appear on his lips.

"You know what to do," Rene spoke softly without glancing in his direction.

Gunnar paused a moment before nodding firmly. "Yes."

With that, Gunnar grabbed his phone and then left from his desk, leaving the office.

Moments later, when he got down to the lobby, Jason was standing there, and the moment their eyes locked, a cold smile played on his lips.

"Gunnar, my man! How have you been?" Jason said cheerily, stepping forward and placing his arm around h